Eddy x Edd – Calling

I didn't know what to say. My throat closed, and my heart twisted. What did Eddy just say to me? I couldn't even turn my head away from him. I just sat there, my mouth open and my eyes wide. I wanted to do something, anything. But my own blank mind kept me rooted to the position I was in.

When he kissed me, when he told me that he knew I liked him, I thought it was some sick joke, "Laugh at Edd and toy with his feelings" day. Something Eddy did more than once over the fact I love my cactus, Jim. Eddy's always been rude, and insensitive, but what he just said to me… What does this all mean?

I run through the numbers in my head. The probability of Eddy being gay: 50%. The probability of him falling in love with me: 1.999999%. The probability he's lying: 70%. The probability he would ever tell anyone he loved them: 0%. This whole situation is improbable and quite ludicrous… But as sure as the sun is shining, he's there. Telling me he loves me.

Eddy. The boy I've had a crush on ever since I can remember. Eddy. The boy who I used to scheme and plot with is telling me he loves me. And I'm just sitting here like a deer in the headlights. But what am I supposed to say? "I love you too"? Its a few minutes too late for that… Maybe he'll fall out in love with me for all this stalling I'm doing.

I glance over at him. He looks like Eddy, staring at me with those intense dark eyes. His black hair is neatly put up with gel and hangs beautifully around his face. He's wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, which compliment his figure quite nicely. His body looks great, well defined muscles and curves accented by a slight tan. His arms look strong. Like they could hold me and make me feel safe. Being in this house is cold and unforgiving. Maybe he can help me. Help me get over my fears and my longings. Eddy could save me... But if he leaves, could I stay stable?

The Food Network goes to commercial while I think.

What's taking him so long? Why is he looking at me like that? Shit. Did I screw this up? Blow it all out of the water because I opened my big mouth. What else was I supposed to say? I really did love the guy… Stop staring at me! It's freaking me out Double D. Come on, turn towards me. Tell me you love me too. Slap me. Anything… Just don't sit there like you never heard me! I'm getting nervous. I feel sweat form on my forehead and my arms fill with goosebumps. If he doesn't love me and I just made a heart wrenching confession, I don't know what I'll do. Go crazy I guess. Ravish him and hope he changes his mind. Please love me Double D. I want to hold you.

It takes a while for him to turn away. He has the look on his face that he gets when he's solving a math problem, or working up a new plan for jawbreakers. It's been years since I've seen Double D look so unsure, so shaken. Fuck I hate this. I want to hug him, but that might make him snap out of his little haze and go ape on me.

I give him time. He's still sitting there, watching the commercials as if it were a spaceship taking off. Totally entranced and just lost in thought. I'm getting impatient and even more nervous, if that's even possible. Should I say something? Will he freak out? Or will that help him make up his mind? God, I've never been so flustered before in my life. Girls don't make me feel like this. I love you Double D. I love you.

"Double D-"I start to say, but I'm cut off by his hand coming up to my face. I watch as he sighs. It's long and shaken, but at least it's a reaction. He turns away from the TV and looks up at me with those saucers he calls eyes. They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

"Eddy," Double D starts, my heart stops beating. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not funny." His face is the most serious I've ever seen it. I sit there and listen. "Don't toy with my feelings Eddy. You're rude, self serving and overly confident. If you think that you telling me that you love me is going to make me forgive you for making fun of my feelings for you, you're wrong, OK?" He sighs again and brings his face to his hands.

"Double D, it's not like that." I grunt in annoyance. He still thinks I'm just kidding, or trying to fuck with him. I wish he could open up my heart and see how its calling for him. How I'm longing for him. "I'm not lying." He gives me a look that only Double D is capable of. It's the look of total disbelief. I put my hand on his shoulder. He cringes away from my touch.

"Eddy, don't-"I don't let him finish. My lips are on his before he has time to yell at me. Before he has more opportunity to think or sling insults at me. I'm not that selfish. I love Double D, and I guess the only way to get him to understand is to show him. Don't turn away from me, accept me. Love me back... Please.

Edd is frozen under my lips. He's not responding at all and it's really harshing my mellow. I pull back and I see his mouth is open just a little bit and he's flushed. His breathing is labored and he has a glazed look in his eyes, like he's lost in his own mind. I knew it, he likes me to. The Eddy-man is never wrong.

The kiss was unexpected, but it was so nice. I wanted to believe Eddy, I really did, but what if he just hurts me. Kisses me, laughs at me and calls me a fag. That was so much more like Eddy than what he's doing now. I run my hand through the hair that shows under my cap and put my feet down on the floor. My heart still hurts and I can barely breathe. He caught me off guard and now my body is suffering from emotion overdose. But it feels so wonderful and fulfilling.

I look up and Eddy is just smiling down at me. Oh man, Eddy must have seen how excited I got. His kiss was just so… Nice. What other words are there? Curse me for not being better versed in the realm of relationships. I wanted to kiss him again, but he was just sitting there smirking. He knew I liked it. Dammit.

"Hey, Sockhead." He punched my shoulder. I reached up and rubbed the spot out of reflex and he laughed. "Do you love me or not?"

I rubbed my shoulder while I thought. Do I love Eddy? Yes. Do I want to tell him…? Well, he did kiss me. And he confessed first. I guess an appropriate answer would be…

I look Eddy right in the eyes. He looks sincere enough, but even he seems unsure about his emotions. Do I really want to tell him how I feel, putting all of my mental health and well being at risk? He might turn around and say, "Ha! I got you good!" But, I can't stop myself. I nod. I do love Eddy, no matter what my brain might rationalize, my heart loves him. I saw his smile reach his eyes and they twinkled. A look whenever he tasted success. That look was the one thing that helped me scam and kept me going.

He leaned back down to give me another kiss. This time, I returned the notion, meeting him halfway. The kiss was warm and inviting. We moved our lips against one another, feeling the way they slid and meshed together almost perfectly. Who knew kissing Eddy would be so sweet?

When he playfully flicked his tongue in, I returned the advance eagerly. Eddy tasted just like he smelled—fresh, almost like freshly brushed teeth with the after taste of chocolate. He leaned me back on the couch and let me slide my legs up so that he was between my legs and I was straddling him. The TV hummed in the background.

His hands disappeared under my shirt and playfully ran over my chest. What he was feeling for I'll never know, I don't have any muscles. My hands favored his hair and his neck, pushing him closer to me to feel his warmth. When he moved to my neck, my eyes fluttered open and stared at the ceiling, enjoying the nipping and sucking sensation.

Just then my stomach sank. Wait, why does this seem so familiar? Surely I've never kissed Eddy before, so why is this position—My mind flashes back to Eddy's house. The girl on the couch, under Eddy, squirming, looking at the ceiling, in orgasm, Eddy between her legs… The moving… The noises she was making under him…

I quickly freeze up. This isn't right. This isn't the way it's supposed to be. My stomach flips and churns. I think I'm going to be sick. Eddy must have felt my body go stiff because he stops kissing my neck to sit up and look at me.

"What's wrong Edd?" He asks. He looks concerned, just like that morning. 'Isn't this what you wanted?' I push him off quite harshly and sit up. Eddy looks mad, but I don't care. I'm so confused it hurts to think.

"Double D, what's up?" He wants to sound concerned, but he seems mad. What did I just do? We were making out, being happy, confessing out love for each other, but why can't I like kissing him? Is it because he's kissed so many before? Loved so many before?

Am I just another one on the list? I don't want to be thrown aside, I want to be a constant figure in his life. I want to spend countless nights together, maybe just talking, I don't want to be used and washed up. I need to be saved Eddy. Why can't you save me?

Did I startle him? Scare him? Crap, now what did I do? Does he not like his neck kissed? Does it freak him out? Did he have some neck trauma as a child? Shit shit shit, look what you did Eddy. You fucked it up. You had him squirming under you, happy as could be, and you messed it up.

I can't take my eyes off of him, he looks so confused. Did I say something? I feel my heart sink. He looks unsure, like what we just did was wrong. It didn't feel wrong. It felt so right.

"Eddy…" I'm hanging on pins and needles. Come on Sockhead, spit it out! He lets loose a long sigh and mumbles, "I can't love you."

To be continued…

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